transmission from below the ground
breaking up the silence with a knife
coming from the race below the earth
everything but alive
pieces of the past blip through your head
everything staticky from the dirt
as painful flashes burn your eyes
making your bones groan and your soul hurt
squeezing your heart with a fist of iron
this is beginning to look like a pattern:
dream up cities and stars
read something inspiring and build up courage
jump off the cliff headfirst
smile and laugh and be a better person
but you didn’t see the rocks at the bottom
as you shatter against diamond hard reality
breaking your new personality into a million pieces
darkness is the actuality
crumble into the brown earth beneath you
and join the race of broken dreams
buried in a cemetery of illusion
barely holding together at the seams
- Author: Spitfire (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 9th, 2018 20:42
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 10
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